Do I assume that the "Life" category appeared recently to cover these warblings about future plans?

Anyway, I'll probably end up doing some kind of Masters thing, if they'll have me back, which let's face it is by no means certain. If they don't have me back, I'll probably go and do Meteorology at Reading, and I'm not joking. So basically, if I convince Oxford to let me back in, we're going down the journalism, broadcasting, writing, maybe possibly teaching route (doubtful, there's more legal issues involved in teaching than there are in any of Amy's career routes). If Oxford tell me that I must be joking, then we're going down the broadcasting route still, but the one where I'm in front of a green screen telling you all that the woman who rang in earlier today is silly, there won't be a hurricane, etc etc. Or alternatively I'll be in the National Severe Storm Laboratory.

My ideal job would be working for the radio, either presenting or producing. I got six more albums, a single and a DVD off BBC 6 Music by way of prizes today on my return from Portugal, and I could certainly handle being the distributor rather than the winner for a living. Especially on that station, because it plays fantastic music and has fantastic presenters (even Janice Long, presenting something far more interesting than her Radio 2 show, a show called Dream Ticket). One such presenter is Andrew Collins, whose autobiography I happened to spot in WH Smith on the way out to Portugal, and which I enjoyed probably far more than I would anything by Bill Clinton about Bill Clinton. I suspect Clinton's memoirs did not contain the same wonderful insights into holidays in Wales and Jersey and travel sickness.